Tuesday, 28 July 2009

The Tongue-Master General


It's been so long since I last updated the blog that I thought it only right to let you know how Tilly's getting on. She's fine - still plagued by intermittent periods of lameness, but remaining her characteristically joyous self.

She's calming down quite a lot now that she's reached the 'mature' age of four (!), but still runs rings around me. There's also been a refinement of her 'smooching' strategy and she's mastered the art of getting her tongue around the lips of any unsuspecting stranger who happens to bend down in her company. The washing machine repair-man discovered this a couple of weeks ago, as he innocently stooped to examine the machine. Sluuurrrpppp. He'll think twice before doing that again in a hurry. Bullseye. He loved it really.

She's still not a great fan of cuddling up at every opportunity, but gets incredibly soft at the end of the day when she's tired. The only time you can really 'get hold of her' is when she's in her bed, and of course, I take full advantage of it. She's been my saviour over the past couple of years - I really don't know what would have happened to me if she hadn't scampered along.....

My Boy.....

Two years have passed since I kissed Prince goodbye. Two years. We never spent two weeks apart, so to think that I haven't physically seen him for two years is hard to comprehend. In some ways, it seems a long time ago, and in others it seems like only yesterday that he was chewing bones on the rug.

I hear a lot of people saying that it gets easier, and that time is a great healer, and so on. I'm not sure I really agree with that. Yes, you become less raw. Yes, you come to accept what's happened a little more. Yes, you adapt to a certain extent. But heal? I don't know. Perhaps on the surface, but there's always that underlying feeling that there's something missing. Something not right. Something out of place. I know that I'll never be quite 'me' again without him. I miss him more than I could ever describe.